Let’s Get It

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin’ on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin’ goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)

[Verse 1: Cootie]
Ayy, you know I start my day up with a double cup (Wock')
I'm a trappin'-ass rapper, I like double up (Flip it)
I really from the streets, I beg you, please don’t play with us (Don’t play)
Won't hesitate the elevator, bitch, let’s send 'em up (Boom)
I been kickin' feet up, we just tryna re-up (We is)
Push it to the limit (Push)
Summertime T up (Grrah)
Soundin' like a bitch (Bling), I know everybody see us (For real)
Hoes wanna fuck us (They do), and niggas wanna be us (They can’t)
Remember I was broke, feel like I couldn't get out the hole (What happened?)
Now I courtside at the Staples, watchin' Mon put on the show (The awards)
Had to turn my hustle up, I can't see my money low (Nah)
It's a VVS infection, Audemar done caught a cold (Damn)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: COE Mook]
I'm startin' off my day with a fuckin' Perc' (A V)
GT63 make your ho go berzerk (Brr)
Ayy, jailhouse up the street, bitch, I'm gon' make somethin' twerk (Bitch, I'm gon' make somethin' twerk)
Ayy, fifty pack of sherb, 'bout to go to work ('Bout to go to work)
Got my trap house jumpin' fences, dog (Ah-ha)
That's 'cause all the dope I sell got legs on
In the kitchen bustin' chickens, yoppa with extensions (Oh)
I front that pack, give you a weekend, won't be no extensions (Bitch)
Autnie house, just put a fifty in her trash can (I did)
Already sold, man, I'm trappin' in the past tense (Ah-ha)
And them lil' hatin'-ass niggas, I already passed them (I did)
Put all yo' money 'gether and y'all can't pass around ten (Bitch)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)

[Verse 3: Yung Ralph]
Hopped up out of my foreign, I jumped in the 'vert (Skrrt)
Thick lil' bitch, can't wait to get her out the skirt (Let's go)
Know I'm geeked up out my mind, I popped another Perc' (Ah-ha)
FN on my lap, I gotta stay alert (Baow)
Trappin' out the 'partments, servin' out the kitchen (Kitchen)
Pounds everywhere, I can't even clean my dishes (My dishes)
Still got the exotic, Prime got the chickens (Bricks)
Country boy just left, he want another fifty (Oh)
Come here, money counter, I can't count the cash (Cash)
Too much for my pockets, need a duffel bag (A duffel bag)
I pull up in that foreign with a lot of racks (A lot of racks)
And if a nigga try me, I'ma pop his ass (True)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)